Mika couldn't help but smile to himself.
This was it. This was the kind of world he'd always dreamed about.
Mystical forests, protective barriers, ancient races, and strange dangers you can't expect.
"Magic and wonders everywhere…" He murmured under his breath, eyes softening with genuine awe.
But then, just as quickly, his expression soured, and he grimaced slightly.
"And to think." He muttered dryly. "I was supposed to be the 'Father of a Nation.' What utter nonsense."
He shook his head as if shaking away a bad memory and Lulu, who heard the shift in his tone blinked curiously.
"Hm? What's wrong, Luca?" She asked, tilting her head, her long golden hair bouncing. "Why do you look so down in the dumbs?"
He glanced at her. But before he could answer, she puffed out her chest out heroically and said,
"If you're scared of the monsters out there, the big sky things and the ugly ground crawlers—don't worry!"
He raised a brow, amused already.
